Tripped and fell into his bed...
Pt 1.Bad Idea right?, Pt 2 - Tripped and fell into his bed
Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it (Surppries!) Male!Reader x Luke
Y/n and his friends are at the bar again.
The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat as Y/n and his friends crowded around the jukebox, arguing over what song to play next. It was just another night at their favorite dive bar, and they were determined to make it memorable. Y/n was definitely more than tipsy, and you could tell by his flushed face, slurred speech, and the way he kept losing his balance that he was having a good time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar number flashing on his phone screen. It was Luke, his ex. They hadn't spoken since the messy breakup a few months ago, and Y/n had been doing his best to avoid him. But tonight, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. He looks around at all of his friends and orders another drink from the bar tender, a girl to his left twirling her hair around her finger, flirting and fluttering her eyelashes at him.
He unlocks his phone and sees the text from Luke: "Hey, you. It's been a while. I've been thinking about you. Can I call you later?" His heart skips a beat and his palms start to sweat. Part of him wants to ignore it, pretend like it never came in, but another part of him can't help but feel a tugging at his chest. He types back a short reply, "i'll think about it"
The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter, music, and more drinks. When the clock strikes two, and the bar begins to empty out, Y/n finds himself outside with his friends planning to go to a strip club, his brain was already buzzing though, like static was playing in his brain, and he just couldn't focus.
So he does what another friend does and follows them to the club, stumbling after them as they laugh and talk loudly down the street. He tugs his flannel off and ties it around his waist, trying to cool himself off.
As they enter the club, the flashing lights and loud music assault their senses, and Y/n feels a wave of nausea wash over him. He leans against the wall, trying to steady himself as he watches his friends make their way through the crowd towards the stage. The dancers gyrate and spin, their bodies on display for the leering men around them, and Y/n can't help but feel a pang of sadness for them.
He tries to push these thoughts aside, reminding himself that he's here to have a good time, but the more he drinks, the harder it becomes. The air grows thick with the smell of sweat and desperation, and he can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right. As he wanders aimlessly through the club, his gaze drifts towards the exit, before he could make his way over a friend pulls him over by the arm to the rest of his friends that were gathered around a woman dancing on a pole.
"Dude, come check this out! This chick is amazing!" Y/n's friend practically shouts into his ear, jerking his arm roughly. Reluctantly, he pulls away and follows their gaze to where they're all staring. A tall, curvy woman with long, dark hair is spinning on the pole, her body moving in fluid motions that seem to defy gravity. She catches Y/n's eye and smiles seductively, beckoning him closer. His friends notice and push him closer to her, laughing and egging him on.
"Come on, Y/n! Have a good time!" His friend shouts over the music, slapping him on the back. With a sigh, Y/n moves closer to the stage, feeling the weight of his inhibitions pressing down on him. As he watches the dancer, something about her movement is different from the others. There's a grace and fluidity that's almost hypnotic. She catches his eye again, her lips parting in a smile.
He gets another notification on his phone and glances down to see another message from Luke. It was just his new address, a simple, "Thought you might want this." Y/n's heart skips a beat again, but this time it's different. There's somethingā¦ hopeful about it. He doesn't respond this time instead he tells his friends he's going to the bathroom but he slips out the clubs door instead.
Outside, the cool night air feels good on his skin, and he takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head. He walks to his car, unlocks it, and sinks into the driver's seat. He glances at his phone again, still undecided about what to do about Luke's messages. As he sits there, staring at the club in the distance, he can't help but feel a little guilty about leaving his friends there, he brushes it off though and starts his car up.
He text his friends that he's going home because he doesn't feel good and going to get some sleep, and then he turns his phone off. He takes a deep breath and starts the car, then he decides to drive to the address Luke had sent him. It's an apartment complex not far from the club, fairly fancy. He parks his car and walks up the steps hesitating for a second.
He's nervous but his blood has liquid courage in it so he knocks anyway. when the door opens and reveals a shirtless Luke he can't even remember why he broke up with him in the first place. He looks even better without a shirt on, his muscles gleaming in the dim light of the hallway.
"Got your textā¦" Y/n mumbles as his eyes trace down Luke's front following his happy trail to where it disappears into his jeans. His face flushes and Luke smirks. "You gonna come in?" he offers, stepping aside to let him in.
"Iā¦don't know why I'm hereā¦" Y/n replies, feeling the alcohol in his system making it hard to think straight. He shake his head trying to clear his head, "I justā¦ I wanted to see where you were livingā¦ andā¦ and I wanted to talk to you."
"Talk?" Luke's smirk turns into a smile, "You never want to just talk, Y/n. You always have a hidden motive."
"Fine." Y/n snaps, "I just wanted to tell you that we shouldn't do this anymore. That's all. That's all I needed to say." He turns to leave but Luke stops him with a hand on his arm.
"But you're here, aren't you?" Luke's voice is softer now, "That means something."
Y/n looks at the hand on his arm and swallows hard. He can feel the warmth of Luke's skin, and his heart starts to race. "Yeah, I know." He says finally, "It's justā¦ I don't know if I can do this again."
They sit down on the couch, the room spinning slightly around Y/n. Luke's apartment is messy, but it's a comfortable mess. Like he's lived here for a while and just hasn't had the energy to clean. There's a pile of laundry in the corner and empty takeout containers on the coffee table.
"I've missed you." Luke says finally, his thumb tracing circles on Y/n's hand. "A lot."
Y/n can't bring himself to look at him. "You hurt me, Luke." He whispers, "A lot."
"I know. And I'm sorry." Luke's voice is earnest, "But I've changed. I've had time to think and I know what I want now."
"What do you want?" Y/n asks, his voice hoarse.
"I want you." Luke says simply, "I want us to work. I want to be the person you need."
Y/n sighs, "But what if you're not?"
"Then I'll try harder." Luke leans in, his breath warm against Y/n's cheek, "I'll keep trying until I get it right."
The room is spinning faster now, and Y/n can feel the pull of Luke's proximity. The scent of him, the heat of his body, it's all so familiar and yet so alien. "I don't know if I can trust you again." He admits.
"You don't have to trust me now." Luke says, "You just have to give me a chance to earn it back."
Y/n looks into Luke's eyes, searching for the truth. They're filled with a mix of hope and sadness, and he can see that Luke is being sincere. He doesn't know if it's the alcohol or the nostalgia, but he feels something give way inside of him. He leans in, and before he knows it, their lips are pressed together in a kiss that's hungry and desperate.
It's like all the anger and pain from their breakup is being washed away in the heat of the moment. They kiss for what feels like an eternity, until Y/n's head is swimming and he has to pull back for air.
"Okay." He says, "I'll give you a chance. But if you mess this up againā¦" Y/n trails off, not quite sure what the consequences would be but knowing that he couldn't go through another heartbreak.
"You won't have to worry about that." Luke whispers, leaning in to kiss him again. This time it's slower, more deliberate. Y/n's heart is racing, and he can feel his resolve slipping away.
They move to the bedroom, the floor littered with clothes and the bed unmade. But Y/n doesn't care. He's been craving this contact for months, and the feel of Luke's skin against his is like coming home. They undress each other clumsily, fumbling with buttons and zippers, eager to feel more of each other.
Their bodies intertwine on the bed, and Y/n can't help but let out a soft moan as Luke's hand trails down his chest. He's missed this so much. The way Luke's hands know exactly where to touch him, how to make him feel alive. He wraps his arms around Luke's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Their kiss grew more urgent as their hands began to explore each other's bodies. Y/n felt the warmth of Luke's skin beneath his fingertips, his muscles tensing and relaxing in response to his touch. Luke's hands roamed over Y/n's back, tracing the line of his spine down to the small of his waist, where he gently pulled him closer.
They broke apart for a moment, panting, their eyes searching for a silent confirmation that this was what they both wanted. Finding it, Y/n leaned in again, this time more confidently, and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together as they slowly began to undress each other, their movements deliberate and purposeful.
The coolness of the room contrasted with the heat between them as they removed their shirts, revealing the toned chests that had once been so intimately acquainted. Luke's hands traveled up Y/n's arms, pushing the fabric over his shoulders and down his back. Y/n returned the favor, feeling the warmth of Luke's skin and the smoothness of his chest.
They continued to kiss as they unbuckled each other's belts and unzipped their pants. Their breath grew heavier, their bodies pressing closer together as the layers of clothing fell away. The sound of their clothes dropping to the floor was a soft echo in the otherwise silent room.
Finally, they were both naked, their bodies entwined as they lay down on the bed. The softness of the sheets brushed against their skin as they rolled over each other, their hands never stopping their exploration. Luke's mouth traveled down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made him shiver with pleasure.
Y/n's hands found their way to Luke's firm thighs, his fingers digging into the muscle as Luke's lips moved to his chest. The sensation was stimulating, and Y/n could feel his body responding, his arousal growing with every touch.
Without a word, Luke shifted his position, moving down the bed. His eyes never left Y/n's as he took him in his mouth, the warmth and wetness of his mouth sending shockwaves of pleasure through Y/n's body. He moaned, his head falling back into the pillow, as Luke's skilled tongue worked its magic.
Y/n's hips began to buck, his body moving in a rhythm that was impossible to resist. Luke's grip on his thighs tightened, holding him in place as he took him deeper. The pleasure was intense, and Y/n could feel his climax building, the tension coiling in his lower belly.
As Y/n's moans grew louder, Luke pulled away, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Do you want me inside you?" he whispered, his voice thick with want.
Y/n nodded, unable to form words, his breath coming in gasps. Luke reached for the bedside drawer, his hand shaking slightly as he retrieved a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers, then slid them down between Y/n's legs, teasing his entrance before pushing in gently.
The sensation was exquisite, and Y/n's body responded eagerly, his muscles relaxing to accept Luke's touch. Luke stroked him slowly, watching Y/n's face intently, reading every expression of pleasure. When he was ready, Luke positioned himself, the head of his erection nudging against Y/n's entrance.
With a deep breath, Y/n nodded again, and Luke pushed inside, filling him completely. They both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of being connected after so long apart. Luke began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had Y/n's hips rising to meet him.
Their bodies moved in unison, the only sounds in the room their gasps and moans. The rain outside had picked up, now a soothing white noise that complemented the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
Y/n wrapped his legs around Luke's waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He could feel the familiar tingle in his spine, the signal that he was close. "I'm going to come," he managed to say, his voice strained with passion.
"Me too," Luke grunted, his pace increasing.
Their climaxes hit them simultaneously, their bodies tightening and releasing in a symphony of pleasure. They held onto each other tightly, their hearts racing, as they rode the waves of ecstasy together.
As they lay there, panting and tangled in the sheets, the rain outside had turned into white noise, a comforting reminder of the outside world that was temporarily forgotten.
Just tripped and fell into his bed...
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